RETROUVAILLE // H. Granger x Male OC (Book 2)

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The sun streamed gently through the windows of their quarters in Hogwarts, casting a warm glow upon the room as Hermione and Draven lounged comfortably on the sofa. It was a rare day off for both of them, a precious opportunity to simply be together without the weight of responsibilities pressing upon their shoulders.

As Hermione bustled about the kitchen, the tantalizing aroma of her cooking filled the air, drifting lazily around the room like a comforting embrace. Draven watched her with a soft smile, his eyes tracing the graceful arc of her movements as she moved with practiced ease around the kitchen.

"So, what are you cooking for us today?" Draven asked, his voice filled with eager anticipation.

Hermione turned to him with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. "Ah, that's a surprise," she replied, her lips curving into a playful smile. "But I promise it'll be delicious."

Draven chuckled softly, his heart swelling with love for the woman before him. He couldn't help but marvel at her beauty, the way the sunlight danced across her features, casting her in a soft, ethereal glow.

As Hermione worked her culinary magic, Draven took the opportunity to broach the topic that had been on his mind for some time. "You know, Hermione," he began, his voice tinged with a hint of nervousness, "I've been thinking a lot about our future lately."

Hermione turned to face him, her expression one of gentle curiosity. "Oh? And what have you been thinking?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with interest.

Draven took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts before continuing. "Well, I was thinking about... us," he said, his voice soft but determined. "About where we'd like to live, how many kids we'd like to have... that sort of thing."

Hermione's eyes widened in surprise, a soft smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Oh, Draven," she breathed, her heart swelling with love for the man before her. "I've been thinking about those things too."

Draven leaned back against the cushions, his gaze never leaving Hermione as she moved about the kitchen with effortless grace. "You know," he began, his voice soft and contemplative, "I've always imagined us living in a cozy cottage somewhere, with a garden full of flowers and maybe a little vegetable patch out back."

Hermione paused in her cooking, a fond smile gracing her lips as she turned to face him. "That sounds absolutely lovely," she replied, her eyes sparkling with warmth. "And perhaps we could have a library too, filled with books from floor to ceiling."

Draven's eyes lit up at the suggestion, his heart swelling with excitement at the thought of creating a home together with Hermione. "Yes, a library!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with enthusiasm. "And maybe a little office or study where we could work together, with a big window overlooking the garden."

Hermione nodded in agreement, her heart overflowing with love for the man before her. "That sounds perfect," she said, her voice soft and tender. "And as for the kids... well, I've always thought two or three would be nice."

Draven's smile widened at the mention of children, his heart swelling with joy at the thought of starting a family with Hermione. "Two or three it is, then," he replied, his voice filled with warmth. "And who knows, maybe they'll inherit your intelligence and my... well, whatever it is I have to offer."